I smiled as I inhaled the scent of the hand below my nose. I knew that smell. I was led to what felt like an overstuffed, high-backed chair several f...et across the room from where I had entered. My wrists were bound, comfortably, to the arms of the chair as I sat. I felt movement in front and behind me and breathed deeply to assure myself that these scents were the ones so familiar to me. They were. My two lovers were here. I was certain of that. I felt safe and relaxed a bit. But a moment. This got us talking and they were impressed to know of my Ahmedabad connections especially my college name. She introduced herself as Khushboo and that they were waiting for their friend, who was coming in the same flight as Simon. This got us talking and I learned that this was a bachelorette trip for two of her friends who were getting married the next week. They were all gujjus and the one coming from Delhi was a marwadi. They were in Goa for 5 days and wanted to have some real Goa fun,. Gently, I ran the razor over her nether curves, rubbing more gel as I went to soothe the skin and to ensure that I left no stubble. She spread her legs and bent at the waist, leaning against the tile wall, and I carefully spread her folds, rubbing gel and using smooth strokes of the razor to get every bit. Her pussy was swelling and she moaned, switching her butt as I rubbed and prodded and shaved. I let the shower rinse her clean then, just to make sure, I ran my tongue over her cunt lips,. Daga pulled her up and tried to carry her to a room butcouldn’t, I was damned to have to help the bitch but asif god was on my side, Mahesh came rushing by andoffered to help. I was so pissed that I didn’t eventhank him. But a few minutes later, I realized thathow stupid I had been to have not thanked him so I gotup somehow and started looking for Mahesh.I couldn’t find him so I went to look for my wife sothat we could just get the hell out of this stupidparty. I found them.